An old, scarred woman with wild white hair and a regal demeanor, standing in a flowing white toga-like dress.

A folken woman in her late forties or early fifties, standing with a regal demeanor at 5'7. Her legs make up a vast majority of her body, connected to a slight pear-shaped physique. She's far from scrawny, muscle having built up over her years of living, but bones are visible in a few places beneath the patches of beige skin still remaining. The majority of this woman has been burnt near unrecognizable, reds and browns and sickly greys. A deep scar cuts across her left cheekbone, stark white against the warzone of her skin. Her features are strong-- lips tinted warm, corners tilted perpetually downward; an aquiline nose, crooked as if it had been broken once and set improperly; bright, silver eyes set with darkened lashes. Her hair is singed beyond evident repair, the puff of white curls framing her face perpetually frizzed and untamable. The raven waves that fall against her back are uneven, the edges and top layers fried, as if someone had used a torch at her last trim. Perhaps once, she was beautiful, a statue carved of marble, but that time has long since passed. She favors her left leg over the right, leaning heavy to one side when she walks, perhaps the result of an old injury. Her toga fits to her form near perfectly, accentuating curves in places they ought to be accentuated. Perhaps against tradition, the front has been pinned slightly higher than average, walking the line between stola and toga. Her pallium has been loosely affixed to drape over her right arm, See more